Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Suicide,
Cymande,
The Names,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.